The Bizarre Adventures of the Oil Man, but Starting with Warhammer 32K

Realizing that all the knights would be blocked in this passage if they did not defeat the fortress, the squire knights drew their chainsaw broadswords and planned to defeat the soldiers who relied on this cover to advance directly in close combat.

"It's now!"

Xie Ri shouted, "Neos boy! Get their ass!"

The surrounding side room walls were blown open by the pre-buried melta bombs, and Neos, driving an orc iron tank, suddenly appeared in the smoke of the explosion.

"Orc tin can?!"

The knights were stunned. They didn't understand why such things appeared here, and they didn't understand why the imperial double-headed eagle was painted on these iron cans.

The spiked cans clamped around the knights' waists like a trap. Neos jumped out and, while the knights were busy with the cans, returned to the undead army's lines.

The knight used the broad blade of his chainsaw to split open the iron can that was holding him up, only to find that it was filled with a can of greenskin-made hot melt.

The knight's face twisted in horror.

"Boom!"

The melta bombs were detonated, and the knights instantly turned into walking torches.

"Good boy!"

Xie Ri laughed and patted Neos on the shoulder: "Your idea of ​​opening a can and getting a prize is really great! I'm rooting for you!"

Others also gathered around, their eyes full of envy and curiosity towards Neos.

"How come you can even drive a mecha?"

Faraday asked, "What else can't you do?"

"Of course I do. I don't know how to win."

William gave him a strange look: "What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't we going to win?"

Neos smiled slightly but did not refute.

The knights, lacking the cover of accompanying infantry, were powerless to resist this suicidal attack.

Even if they knew how these people would attack them, it would be of no use. The shooting range on the ship made it difficult for them to deal with these suicide cans at a long distance. The narrow terrain made the knights, who had no room to dodge, become fish that could be slaughtered at will.

The Undead Army did suffer losses. Those drivers who were far less skilled than Neos often had no choice but to sit in the cockpit and die together with the knight.

But the tin can was worthless, and human life was even less valuable. To exchange a knight for such a price was already a complete victory.

The squire-level knights, who were the pillars of the family, were easily dealt with by the mortal army, leaving the larger patrol-level and castle-lord-level knights as a spent force.

Their all-out battle only caused serious damage to non-vital areas of the Phalanx.

When the Imperial Fists asked the two knight families that did not participate in the rebellion to join the battlefield, pushed the anti-Titan Shadow Sword tanks in the warehouse up for target practice, and finally arranged for the Astartes special forces team to carry melta guns to approach these knights who had no cover and could not move. At that time, these more than 20 patrol-class tanks and four castle lord-class tanks were also separated and destroyed one by one.

These knights might be able to crush an ordinary warband on the ground battlefield, but the foundation of the mothership was not something that a few small knight families could challenge, let alone a mothership that had long anticipated their rebellion.

Four Mechanicus Knight families were declared destroyed, and this untimely rebellion was successfully resolved.

The sage who commanded the Crusaders was glad that he did not obey the orders of the Casting General. He once again expressed to Kurland his loyalty to Mars, which had nothing to do with him.

Kurland accepted the offer of this wise man who "knew the times." When the high walls finally began to clean up the battlefield, Leon's news also happened to reach the Phalanx.

"Arrange transport ships and send some troops down there?"

The news that Leon was fine made Kurland feel happy for the first time in a long time, but the other party's request confused him.

Even before the Knights' rebellion, the Phalanx had already sensed unusual movements on Mars. Now that the communications blockade had been broken, the Phalanx was even more convinced that Mars was no longer in control.

Kurland understood this was an opportunity, but he was unsure of his own stance in this turmoil. He went to the bridge to discuss the matter with several other captains, but only Thorne saw Leon's intention.

"He wants to occupy the land and rule the land."

Thorne thought back to the time of the Great Heresy, when more than 10,000 Astartes, led by Captain Sigismund, stormed into the Lava City on Mars and occupied it.

They were eventually defeated by the siege of the rebel Titan Legion "Dead Skulls", but by occupying Lava City, they seized a lot of valuable supplies and production lines from Mars.

——To be more precise, the production line of the Land Speeder and Predator Tank that Leon had previously used was obtained at that time.

He still remembered what Leon had said on the Battle Moon: "Maybe there's another chance to do something." This reminder of his past glory made him tremble with excitement.

"I want to be the first to go to Mars!"

No one refused the enthusiastic veteran, and a force led by the Fist of Exemplary and the mortal army was loaded onto a transport ship and set sail. The ship was filled with various supplies and ammunition - as well as the remains of the knight that Xieri had insisted on taking with him.

"I think these things will be very useful to the Great Tech Boss!"

The transport ship tentatively entered the orbit of Mars, and the orbital defense forces that were ordered to be on guard against the Final High Wall Fleet were somewhat at a loss in the face of this situation.

They tried to contact the Casting General, but Mars was already in chaos, and without any instructions, they finally judged this behavior as non-hostile and allowed these "small" forces to come and go.

They would have no idea what these transports would bring back from their Mars.

The transport ship finally entered the atmosphere smoothly and arrived at the location marked by Leon.

A place called Moravec Foundry.

Mars seems to like to name these small casting base stations after people's names, and this name is also the reason why Li Ang chose this base station.

Moravec, one of the oldest technical priests, was also the guide who sublimated the priests' primitive faith in machines into the Om Messiah.

He was a Terran who lived before the Unification War. In order to avoid the persecution of the Pan-Pacific warlords, he fled to Mars and left behind many dark technologies on Mars that had a profound impact on later generations.

Leon wasn't sure what those things were, but he knew there was a theory that Moravec was the Emperor. In this Warhammer universe where metaphysics is science, Leon's decision to occupy the forge station was partly to use his name to get something out of it.

Anyway, the emperor on the toilet will definitely not have any objections.

Under the "hospitality" of the Soul Drinkers and the Iron Hands, this place, similar to the Macharius Foundry, "happily" laid down its weapons, and the priests inside, along with their production lines, accepted Leon's "kind" protection.

Leon planned to turn this place into his temporary base on Mars during this turmoil, and try to see how much benefit he could gain from this turbulent Mars.

He wasn't surprised by the arrival of the Fist of Exemplar and the Undead Army, but he was certainly surprised by the piles of knight remains brought by the Evil Sun.

"Great Skill Master!"

Xie Ri was in high spirits after getting the new scraps. He patted the pile of knight wreckage excitedly.

"Neos and I spent a lot of effort to get these iron lumps! If you think about it carefully, you will definitely come up with some new tricks!"

"The remains of a knight..."

Li Ang is not interested in this thing.

He had already made Thor based on Titan on Maxim, and the design method he adopted was a cockpit from an armored core that was more advanced than the existing knight technology.

Although these knight wreckages are complete enough and include various models, he can definitely use his golden finger to analyze the knight-related production methods from them.

However, the restrictions on knight pilots are very high. If you want to use it, you must get the approval of the machine spirit of the previous generation of knights... Le Ang doesn't think this precious thing can bring him much help.

He perfunctorily examined the wreckage, treating it as a way to get rid of Xie Ri. But when he carefully examined the unique structure of the knight's cockpit, the corresponding technology in his mind made him stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, Xie Ri immediately came over and asked expectantly, "How's it going? Li Ang, the master of skills, is there any hope?"

"I still need to prove it... But Xie Ri, have you heard of the Iron Pilot?"

PS1: I just found out about the rewards today, thanks to Mr. Tuanzi, Wuxiang Yushen, and Shuke 131011135871 for the spicy strips!

PS2: The Martian storyline will take some time to complete, so I might add a bounty later to speed things up. But that has to wait until I'm done with the raffle prizes.

By the way, what are the raffles like here? Is it a monthly ticket raffle or something like that? I'm not sure, could someone tell me more?

Chapter 181 Plague waste code.

While Leon was busy assembling a new production line at the Moravec Foundry, Skarbrand returned to the Lava City empty-handed with his Khorne army.

He came to the teleportation device and stared at the shadow of Vashtor on it.

"So, you come back to see me empty-handed?"

"How can I be empty-handed?"

The exile stiffened his neck and said in defense, "I did bring back a production line!"

He pointed to the air-conditioning production line nearby. Vashtor took a look and felt a growing headache.

"What use do I have for this thing?"

"...cooling the Blood God?"

"Skarbrand, wake up!"

Vashtol roared, unable to bear it any longer. "You are the Great Demon, and I am the demigod of inventors and craftsmen! What I need is data and creativity! I don't want you to bring me back an air compressor whose cooling effect is even worse than Tzeentch's joke!"

Skarbrand fell silent. He also knew how much of a failure his actions had been.

First, the priest named Leon stole the production line, and then he encountered Kaul and failed to stop him. After Kaul left, he did not pursue him and just vented his anger in the laboratory. It was not until Victor arrived that he realized that he had let an important person escape.

Neither goal was achieved. Even though he had a hot temper, he didn't dare to speak loudly in front of his boss.

Vashtor's shadow also paced back and forth anxiously, thinking about the next countermeasures.

If you want to win something from Mars, you can't give Mars a chance to breathe.

Vashtor knew very well that Mars, with a population of 20 billion, was not someone to be trifled with. Their military strength was not just a few million skitarians and a few intelligent control corps.

The number of Skitarii was strictly regulated during peacetime, but his initiative in inciting rebellion was actually giving the Martians an excuse to mobilize their forces. If this dragged on, the Martians would sooner or later overwhelm them with human wave tactics.

As for the Warp Corruption?

That thing consumes Vashtor's own power. Even the Four Gods themselves cannot corrupt an entire planet or fleet by themselves.

It would be fine for him to create one or two armies of ghouls, but if he wanted to spread corruption to the entire Mars, even if he tied ten Vashtor together, it would not be enough.

He hasn't gained any benefit from Mars yet, so he can't afford to lose himself first, right?

"It doesn't matter...we still have a last resort."

Vashtor pinched his brows, waved his hand and called Augustus over, and ordered: "Spread the plague waste code."

"Your will, God of All Things."

Augustus's eyes gleamed with enthusiasm as he was about to perform the miracle bestowed upon him by the God of All Things. However, Vashtor himself was not optimistic about the effectiveness of the plague code.

The plague code spread rapidly across Mars' data network like an invisible poisonous fog, silently infiltrating every terminal, every Thinker, every data node, gently stirring the lifeblood of Mars.

The first to be affected were the Martian life support systems, which were responsible for regulating oxygen, temperature, and humidity, and suddenly fell into chaos.

The originally stable air circulation system began to lose control, the oxygen concentration dropped sharply, the temperature fluctuated violently, and excessively high or low humidity frequently occurred in various areas.

The few civilians on Mars with mechanical implants are unable to resist the drastic changes in the environment on their own. Once they leave the life support system, it will be considered a dead world. Mars does not have an environment for these civilians to continue to survive.

As these civilians working at the end of the production chain gradually fell into coma or died, the production chain on Mars gradually became unable to maintain a self-consistent cycle.

Realizing that they could not maintain production solely with servitors, the priests took action. They scrambled to eliminate the sudden failure, but their scattered attention allowed the plague code to find an opportunity to take advantage of the production facilities.

When the energy regulating valves on Mars began to fail, the production lines that had been running day and night suddenly stopped working.

The equipment production lines of the Crusaders, the repair workshops of the Titans, and even some mechanical implants in the bodies of the priests, have all come to a standstill under the invasion of this plague.

The priests were horrified to discover that their control panels were filled with indecipherable gibberish and that even the most basic restart command could not be executed.

"What...what's going on?"

A priest tried to find the answer, while the sage beside him had already recalled something from this scene.

"It's the plague! This situation is exactly the same as it was 1,500 years ago!"

During the Horus Heresy, Koporhar, then the Fabricator-General of Mars, secretly defected to the Warmaster Horus.

As someone who knew all the production equipment on Mars, he personally released a plague against the entire Mars, plunging Mars into years of darkness and turmoil, and almost slaughtered all the loyalists on Mars during this period.

The experienced sages quickly took countermeasures, using Om Messiah's incense burner and hymns to counter the plague code. The code, which carried the power of Vashtor himself, was effectively contained.

But this has barely fulfilled Vashtor's expectations.

"The production facilities on Mars have been destroyed. They won't be able to restore production capacity for at least a month. They can only fight us with their existing forces and limited supplies."

Vashtor was somewhat glad that he had not killed the Casting General earlier.

He turned to look at Skarbrand and emphasized, "Mars will inevitably be caught in a vortex of power and profit in this chaos. This time, I will personally stay behind the scenes and watch you seize the production line for me. Don't think of taking advantage of the chaos and bringing my army to avenge your previous setback. My temper is better than the Blood God's, but it's not without limits."

Skarbrand groaned, clearly dissatisfied. But he didn't refute it, just picked up his two-handed axe and walked out the door.

Vashtol gave the order to attack, and the ghoul army and the Khorne army marched towards the Forge Station and the Hive City on Mars. The situation seemed to be back under Vashtol's control.

But Vashtor still has concerns.

He had previously worked with Makkachen in the Warp to set a trap for Maxim's reinforcements. But he hadn't expected Skarbrand to be such a loser.

Now he had to come back and take charge of Mars in person, and Makachen had to deal with the warp alone.